Ok, Wow

Saturday night, January 22nd in San Francisco, CA and elsewhere I'm sure, was a fantastic evening to be out. Not only is it my beloved's 25th birthday, oh so many miles away, it also saw a night of dancing and fun to remember. And may I just send right off the bat, a big thanks to the parking gods, last night was just about ideal, thanks.

A quick rundown of the night would must include a deeelicious meal at Maya's house. She and Jim cooked Adrienne and I sautéed chicken and sweet potato burritos, and Jim made a tasty salsa. After dinner we played some cards, Adrienne napped, and then she and I picked up our friend Kajsa and headed into SF.

Scott Edmonds arrived home from his travels in Vietnam and further destinations on Friday. Despite the 30 plus hours of travel he was in top form when we saw him last night, tending bar at the The Globe restaurant on Pacific, if you can believe that. He looks fresh, healthy, serene, happy and positively bursting at the seams. It was overwhelming to see him. He served us some delicious cocktails and talk tales; just some small delights to tide us over.

An hour later and across town we entered the Catalyst cocktail lounge to meet up with friends celebrating Laura Gould's '30th' birthday. She was radiant and effervescing in the presence of many good friends. She, Kirra and Co. danced on the bar for all of us, and the $3 Laura's B-Day Orgasm was a hot seller. One pint and several hugs and kisses later we were out the door and on our way to the feature event...

Scuba Reunion came together again last night, and it was our latest arrival yet. Consequently, there was a damn line of more than 25 people waiting to get into Pink. Nothing compared to other clubs but just so annoying for us. Fortunately Giles saw us and moved us right up to the door and we were in and grooving. Miguel was on as we came in, and J served us some poison plus 4 pink shots.

The music and the vibe were both incredible. Outstanding beats had the dancefloor flowing. Gaurav popped in for awhile, and we saw bunches of other friends all enjoying themselves immensely. Another resident there, Monna, kicked it with on the dancefloor, his long dreds and fluid style helping us claim our space. My body was naught but elastic sinew as the music just poured through me continuously. These guys are so good, and every night with them witnesses house music history.

As the night pushed it's way into early morning, we were still going strong but feeling our feet and our tummies. (Yes, i DID just use the word 'tummies'). So around quarter to four or so, we said our thankyous to Franky, Miguel, and Mauricio, hopped in the car and hit Mel's for sandwiches and Sweet Caroline (oh, oh, oh!). Across the bridge through the fog, weary but elated, we made our way to warm showers and comfy beds; and to dreams of dancing in outer space.